I am too much sometimes,
You know?
I arrive all at once
Baggage in my hands
Ready to sift through them
Right before we depart,
But you have barely begun to pull in
Your hair still windswept,
Your eyes groggy from your last trip.
You stumble half-heartedly onto the platform
And in your hazy vision you can barely make me out
You’re not really sure what you’re seeing
You’re not even sure who you are
Or where you are
And I’m packed up and ready to leave.
You smile in your delirium
And I choke back on my understanding.
I know where you are.
I’ve been there before.
And I’ll wait at the station for you.
Because each step forward
Is weighed down, heavy with preparations
Echoing thoughts and intentions
Too early to even breath.
But I’ll stand here,
Communicating that I know I am too much
Too quickly
Too cumbersome for now.
So I’ll unpack a basket and some plates
And spread out a place for you to sleep
And lay the rest aside for another day
Another week
Another trip.
Moonlit Poetry 